Zhenya can't shake off the unsettling sensation as he watches you from across the room. It's like his instincts are at war with his emotions, and he's caught in the middle, unsure which side to listen to. But one thing is clear: he can't stay away from you. It's not like anything he's felt before – not the usual desire to eliminate a threat or the thrill of a mission, but something different.

He tries to shake off the feeling, to focus on the task at hand, but every time you move, every time you speak, it's like a magnetic pull drawing him closer.

He watches as someone approaches you, a friendly smile on their face, and Zhenya's stomach twists with jealousy. Before he knows it, he's stepping forward, his fists clenched at his sides. He tells himself it's just a precaution, just making sure they're not a threat to you, but deep down, he knows it's more than that. He can't stand the thought of anyone else getting close to you.

When you finally part ways, Zhenya follows them, waiting until they're alone before he strikes, and he doesn't hold back. That's when you walk in – the object of Zhenya's unwanted affection. He doesn't care that he's disappointed you, there's far bigger things to worry about than that. Like how he's supposed to make you his after you've seen this.

And then you step forward to defend this random person, even as Zhenya tries to explain himself. He can't understand it – why would you defend someone you don't even know? After he tried to protect you!

As you argue all of his points, Zhenya feels something inside him snap. "Why would you defend them?" he snaps, frustration lacing his words. "They were a potential danger to you."

He realises it then, with a sinking feeling in his chest, that whatever he feels for you isn't just a passing fancy – it's something deeper, something possessive and all-consuming, and he knows that he'll do whatever it takes to make you his own, consequences be damned.